Her eyes dropped to my groin. Then they widened in shock. I got that picture.“Oh my gosh!“ she squealed. “Do you have a boner?““What?” Aga...n, being honest, I wasn’t actually aware of whether I had a boner or not. I dropped my hands and looked down at the front of my pants. I saw the normal lump and felt a little tingle there, but not what she was suggesting. “No. I do not have a boner.”She covered her face with her hands.“I am such a slut,” she moaned.I went to sit down beside her. I wanted to. It seemed that fantasized sexual exploits with Brad were all she ever thought about anymore.This had seemed to stimulate her to be more aggressive with Pete and ask him for some things they had never done in their many years of lovemaking. But even when Pete was bringing her to orgasm all she could think of was Brad doing it to her.She would have been content to just continue with her fantasy, but events overtook her and brought her fantasies to realities.Brad had asked her to stay late to work. ‘I don’t know, exactly,’ William said. ‘Like they say, it seemed like a good idea at the time. It was wild, wasn’t it?’ ‘It was intense,’ Arlene said. ‘Probably the danger of discovery helped make it more exciting.’ ‘Probably,’ William said. ‘After we finish, what would you think about our tearing each other’s clothes off and screwing our brains out here in the booth?’ ‘William!’ Arlene giggled. The thing was, she wasn’t positive he wasn’t at least a little serious. After the meal, they went. That Friday, my friends, Mark and Alex invite us out fordinner. On a lark (and being the devil that I am), I had mywife wear a black mini skirt with a dark red top and sexythree-inch black pumps. She also wore a matching set ofblack lace panties and bra with sheer black stockingsunderneath. With her expertly applied makeup andbeautifully done hair she looked like a wet dream.Mark and Alex met us at the restaurant, and were pleasantlysurprised at Julie’s attire. All through dinner, my.